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Show ! Envy - ! j Proud Poet Hey, rn .nn, , give me the price for a cr..,,t o: oread. I Rich Croesus Beat it. I Proud Poet If I had yc ur d c u s h I wouldn't mind a crust ( I Rich Croesus And if I i . vv.r !:rust I'd make dough with u. j Come and Get It! j Bashful Suitor-rlf I thrw n k.s? ; across the room, would you cm-sider cm-sider me bold? I Bored Young Thing-No, just lazy. Correction I Tbe office boy bsd bee mixing tor 'he best part of the morning I "Where tbt dickens have you been. hoy?" bis employer demanded furioui- ly, when st long last tbe Isd sauntered "To the post office, str," replied ike Voy, with s virtuous sir. I The, employer gssped. 'And dots it 'ake you two hours to post later?" 'Se inquired, sarcssticaily. ! " hex your pardon, sir," uid the lad with some best. "Three letters.'"' It Helps "Oh!" said the nervous old lady (to the bus conductor, "I do wish the driver wouldn't go quite so fast round these skiddy corners!" i "That's all right, lady," said 'the listener. "You Just want to :shut your eyes, same as he does!" ' Despicable j Two girls, walking home together, togeth-er, were discussing their current Wart interests. Said one: "Now I I ask you, Isabel, how could I like jhim? He's so deceitful, pretend-'ing- to believe me when he knows I'm lying to him!" i. Money may talk, but it isn't ! nearly as loud-mouthed as some I folks who suddenly acquired it. |